Way back in the dim mists of time (which is to say, 1985), my family took a trip to France. I’d been studying in London and my mother, an eternal Francophile, had planned a two-week family driving tour through France at the end of my semester. A two-week trip that she planned before the internet. There was no tripadvisor, people; there was no google map. It was like an artisanal …
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tourism
In which husband gives me a gift
Here’s what he did: he took both boys to Legoland Windsor for the entire day. Without me. I hear there’s a castle in Windsor too, but as far as my kids are considered, it’s all about the Pirate Flume, baby. We’ve been living out of suitcases now for a month, with another week to go, and while I love my children (especially now that they’re asleep), we’ve had a whole …